Weekly Photo Challenge: Focus

Standing proud and humble in their fading beauty, I love the way they make me feel.
Looking at them, my mind wanders far away to a sunny kitchen, while distant memories flood back in my heart.
Closing my eyes, I breathe in their soft perfume, all the while remembering the roses my mom used to grow.
Different roses, different times, yet this old souvenir now freshly remembered reassures me: I have not forgotten her.

I like all flowers, but my favorites are sunflowers and wildflowers. I don’t plant flowers, but I do enjoy the ones that my neighbor plants. They have some lovely yellow tea roses that are way tougher than you would think looking at them. We had a storm one night with winds over 50 m.p.h. The next morning I noticed that the roses still had most of their petals still on. Beautiful and strong!